Bushe-isms

Not to toot my own horn, but I've been asked to revive the good ol' Bushe-isms blog. 

Let me back up. 

As you might remember, I landed in Beijing last September for a year of work (and play). Upon settling in, I promised to use Bushe-isms to stay in touch with friends and to share all of my BJ adventures (awkward reference, but keeping it). And despite China's BAD internet situation, I had mild success. 

Okay, flash forward to September 2013 and I'm leaving Beijing for London. Amidst tears, giggles and goodbye hugs, I zoomed through my homeland of Canada from West coast to East coast until I finally landed in London.

I had taken a new role (same company, different office) on a global client in London and was FREAKING out. I had left a (personal) life that I was very much enjoying in Beijing for something I thought would be better for my career. I had left friends, exotic Asia, a serious crush and all my favourite foods at once. And I wasn't even returning to Canada, a country I consider to be the best!

But here I am, nearly two months after landing in London a little dumb-founded, I am  settling in and starting to appreciate what this slightly bizarre city has to offer. 

Which brings me to my earlier point about the blog - 

This weekend I finally had two long catch ups with two of my best friends (both Canadian, currently located on opposite ends of the country). It was the type of conversation that made you feel like you were just catching up after a fun night out - I was telling them about some of my adventures so far; stories involving a mildly bizarre flatmate, awkward first dates, my "colourful" neighbourhood, blind friend dating (I'll explain), champagne drinking and pork pie eating (trust me, that was just as embarrassing to write), trying to figure out the tube and a whole range of new accents, and generally trying to keep pace with London living (it's fast except for when people walk!). 

My stories were making them laugh and that is one of my top five things to do. Both suggested I should consider posting these little tales to the British Edition of Bushe-isms - and that's what I'll be doing.  So, for the TWO people who actually read my blog, these posts are for you! Stay tuned for more. 

xo 

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In the past year, I've gone from this:

To this: 

And now this (working on the photos!):

Giant Underpants.

I'm generally a poor photo-taker. But I'm really proud of this one. Here's the CCTV building (our state-controlled broadcast center) at night. Pretty amazing, eh?

Its weird shape kind of reminds me of Robarts Library, the library where I spent many late nights and long days 'studying' during my time at U of T (Toronto). Affectionately known as the Peacock, Robarts was built in the 1970's and was rumoured to have been designed to make people feel uncomfortable if they spent too long in it. Apparently there were studies proving the building had psychologically damaging effects.

Though not psychologically damaging, the CCTV - China Central Television network - building has received its own fair share of slack. Designed by a dutch architecture firm, the building has been nicknamed "The boxer shorts building", "Giant Underpants" and even the "Hemorrrhoids" building.

I work directly across from it and often stare out the window trying to decide if "Giant Underpants" is indeed the best name for the building - I'm still undecided.

Caught this inspiring Ted Talk video from Hannah Brencher, a young woman who started leaving love letters all over New York City. She's since started a global organization that sends love letters from strangers to people when they need them the most. Such a beautiful and simple concept that can easily change someone's life.

Lets have a toast for the Besties.

It's been nearly two months since leaving Canada and everyday in China has been different. Some days I LOVE it, some days I wish I was in Vancouver and some days I'm just like "Okay, lets see what this place is all about."

This past Monday, I was loving it. The sun was shining, I was in a skirt and I was riding my bike to work.

I didn't notice an airmail package I had received until much later. But when I opened it, I found the cutest card and a bunch of photos taken with an instant  camera (remember those?) during the summer.

One of my best friends had been thinking about me and let me know it with a card.

Today, I'm sniffling and drinking a huge tea. The temperature has dropped and I'm sneezing like a sick person (am I sick?). Then I remembered this package. Now I'm looking at photos from summer to keep me warm and am already feeling much better.

Here is my favourite little mini-emperor. His brother broke down in tears while getting their photo taken together. But this guy was having none of it. While his brother was crying, he was busy plotting to take over the world (or China). 

Look at that side-eye, it just says it all. 

Out and About in Beijing: Part 1

According to everyone I've met so far, autumn is the best season to be in Beijing. This is punctuated by a national holiday called Golden Week, where everyone takes a week to travel home (or to a beach) and celebrate with their families.

To kick-start this, my friend and I took advantage of the blue skies, bright sun and breeze (Vancouver weather!) by exploring Beijing's nooks and crannies. Our first stop was Ritan Park (Ritan Gongyuan) or the Temple of the Sun Park.

Within the first day of my arrival, my friend Amy brought me to Sanlitun Village, an area teeming with foreigners, designer brands, bars, clubs and (at night) delicious street food. It's far enough from where I'm staying to not feel like I live in the middle of the nightclub district, but close enough that I can go out for a cocktail and hop into a cab on the way home. 

I was recently told by an Australian expat that I was going to be surprised at how much time I'm actually going to end up spending in Sanlitun. I'm not quite sure yet, but I do like knowing that it (and a Starbucks, an Apple store, a Benefit, etc, etc) are right around the corner from me.